This is a song about "Air"

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

The vacancy that sat in my heart

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

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

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there