This is a song about "Air maxes"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

We both grown and i dont care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Let some in the air and say

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair