This is a song about "Air"

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

I'm love stoned and i could swear

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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