This is a song about "Air"

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.