This is a song about "Air tight sketchers"

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Halfback toss to right

Security is tight

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

We both grown and i dont care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

I just wanna forever hold you tight,

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

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air