This is a song about "Air"

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Season opener, finna be there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I don't even breathe the same air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there