This is a song about "Air"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there

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

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.