This is a song about "Air"

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware