This is a song about "Air"

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

With that weed in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere