This is a song about "Hood by air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They just wanna dance

Trapping with the hood rats

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

I don't even breathe the same air

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I'm running out of air

U got all them drums in there