This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

With that weed in the air

Like they not gon' stare

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air

I don't even breathe the same air

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