This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

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

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,