This is a song about "Air"

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

With that weed in the air

Might as well prepare

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Og like the prince of bel air,

I can smell it in the air

Like they not gon' stare

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air