This is a song about "Air"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Right, now you say you don't care

With that weed in the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air