This is a song about "Air maxes"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair