This is a song about "Air"

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Believing the screens or anything there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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