This is a song about "Air"

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

And never should you tear

I can smell it in the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

We just went there

With that weed in the air

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

Og like the prince of bel air,