This is a song about "Air"

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Three town homes in delaware

I'm running out of air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,