This is a song about "Throw me in the air"

I swear i'm coming back one day

Let some in the air and say

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Insult me? i'm blasting with an air force onslaught in your face

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

He told me "just sit in this room with air-conditioner

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

That bitch was racist, got me fired

But conflicts they keep on growing

And i'm suspended in the air floating

So slim davy throw me the tape

I don't mind if you niggas hate