This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

Three town homes in delaware

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there