This is a song about "Cold air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Before you turn too cold

The truth shall be told

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

From out of nowhere

Og like the prince of bel air,