This is a song about "Air"

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there