This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

But now it's more declare

With that weed in the air