This is a song about "Nike air max"

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

With that weed in the air

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

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

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense