This is a song about "Air tight sketchers"

Og like the prince of bel air,

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Spitting my flow everyone saying it's tight

Bitch cuz amma fuck u tight

Cause i feel its right

Neither black nor white

Kicked the chair out, just sit tight

You appear as if you care

I don't even breathe the same air

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Attempt to scream but nothing-nope, tightened tight,