This is a song about "Air"

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in 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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And now i walk around without a care