This is a song about "Air"

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

A life where we don't need no welfare

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

I don't even breathe the same air