This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I can smell it in the air

Like they not gon' stare

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

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

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

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

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