This is a song about "Air"

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

And the air force scrambles fighters

Penncounting pennys over tha years