This is a song about "Air out"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

They be like where

I'm running out of air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

With that weed in the air

U got all them drums in there

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I can smell it in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear