This is a song about "Air"

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

A life where we don't need no welfare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air