This is a song about "Air"

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I'm steady well known from here to bel 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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And the air force scrambles fighters

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air