This is a song about "Aliens in the air"

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Might as well prepare

With that weed in the air

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I jump in the air to glide, she don’t want to fight

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Multiple middle fingers in the air

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care