This is a song about "Smoking ounces of weed blunts in the air kief in the bowl"

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

With that weed in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Your arteries clog right in front of me simply from just the air you breathe

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

Let some in the air and say

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room