This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And the air force scrambles fighters

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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