This is a song about "Air"

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

We just went there

I'm running out of air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,