This is a song about "Air"

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Like they not gon' stare

I'm running out of air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire