This is a song about "Air"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I can smell it in the air

But now it's more declare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair