This is a song about "Air"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Everyday we live and breathe the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair