This is a song about "Air"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

And the air force scrambles fighters

Or at least inquire similar desires

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

I can smell it in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare