This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

And the air force scrambles fighters

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

See, where i come from is hard

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

And if they did, they didn't care

I can smell it in the air