This is a song about "Air"

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I can smell it in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair