This is a song about "Air"

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Everyday we live and breathe the air

With that weed in the air

U got all them drums in there

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I don't even breathe the same air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'm running out of air

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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