This is a song about "Nike air max"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

We both grown and i dont care

With that weed in the air

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

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

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