This is a song about "Air atmosphere layers and weather"

And i'm about to let go altogether

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

I'm gon remember her, but still

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

Looking down on the atmosphere

And never should you tear

Let some in the air and say

Oh i gotta face the day