This is a song about "In theair"

Stuck in the in the tub,

A twenty somethin cup

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I got a dollar and a dream

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,