This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And now i walk around without a care

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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