This is a song about "Nike air max"

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

I'm running out of air

We just went there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength