This is a song about "Air"

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

I don't even breathe the same air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there