This is a song about "Air"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

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

I can smell it in the air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And now i walk around without a care