This is a song about "Nike air"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I can smell it in the air

And if they did, they didn't care

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Three town homes in delaware

I'm running out of air

Og like the prince of bel air,

Right, now you say you don't care

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit