This is a song about "Air"

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

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

You appear as if you care

I can smell it in the air

I don't even breathe the same air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare