This is a song about "Hood by air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

Like they not gon' stare

With that weed in the air

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

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

I can smell it in the air

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile