This is a song about "Air"

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

But now it's more declare

With that weed in the air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm running out of air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

U got all them drums in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share