This is a song about "Air"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

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

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

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Believing the screens or anything there

Got our middle fingers in the air,