This is a song about "Walking on air"

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

Even if you walk on air, you will not fall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Walking on these squeaky floorboards