This is a song about "Air"

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

See, where i come from is hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

And now i walk around without a care

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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