This is a song about "Air raid siren"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm running out of air

U got all them drums in there

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts