This is a song about "Air"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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