This is a song about "Air"

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

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