This is a song about "Air"

U got all them drums in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And the air force scrambles fighters