This is a song about "Air soft"

I can smell it in the air

U got all them drums in there

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

And your bars is soft like a pillow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Nigga i go stupid hard cant go soft

And if they did, they didn't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

I started out goin soft on the track