This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I don't even breathe the same air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

The richest place on earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear