This is a song about "Flying in the air basketball"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Cause i'm flying high, you can find me in the sky/

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Three in the air for the people who struggle