This is a song about "Atmosphere"

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

As i light one for ill will

Looking down on the atmosphere

Looking down the atmosphere

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble

Looking down the atmosphere

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear