This is a song about "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.

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Might as well prepare

I can smell it in the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.