This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

The birds i knew flip birds

And the air force scrambles fighters

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

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