This is a song about "Air"

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And the air force scrambles fighters

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Season opener, finna be there

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,