This is a song about "Air"

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

A life where we don't need no welfare

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair