This is a song about "Air"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And the air force scrambles fighters

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

With that weed in the air

We both grown and i dont care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,