This is a song about "Starbucks air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

They be like where

With that weed in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care