This is a song about "Air tight sketchers"

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Bitch cuz amma fuck u tight

Get ready to ignite

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

I just wanna forever hold you tight,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Step into the game with my lyrics tight

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Aw man, it's been a ride

Look, now roll my j tight

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there