This is a song about "Ass in the air"

With that weed in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Believing the screens or anything there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I can smell it in the air

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

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

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada