This is a song about "Clean air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

You appear as if you care

I can smell it in the air

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air