This is a song about "Hood by air"

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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