This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I don't even breathe the same air

And the air force scrambles fighters

So you finally got the nerve

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.