This is a song about "Air"

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And if they did, they didn't care

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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