This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.