This is a song about "Air"

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

No medal here, i'm well aware

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

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

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,