This is a song about "Air"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air