This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

I don't even breathe the same air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair