This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Og like the prince of bel air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there