This is a song about "Air"

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

And the air force scrambles fighters

Or at least inquire similar desires

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Like they not gon' stare

Og like the prince of bel air,