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

Leave me to bite the air and feel the hurt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

So imma throw money in the air, like im tryin to pay the sky

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

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

Let some in the air and say

Back in the motherfuckin bay

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Walk that body, talk that body

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

I'll take her home and do her like homework

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