This is a song about "Air"

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

So you finally got the nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Og like the prince of bel air,

And if they did, they didn't care