This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

No wonder why when times get hard

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

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