This is a song about "Air temperature rising"

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

I got freakin ghost rider temperature minus nicholas cage

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

You were rising straight to fame

I got that goodman game

They say your body can die under the right temperature

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit