This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I don't even breathe the same air

I said hey, you right there

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

I'm running out of air

We both grown and i dont care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear