This is a song about "Air"

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Og like the prince of bel air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Talking of the gods you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters

No, not on top but down there

Everyday we live and breathe the air