This is a song about "Air cushioned insoles"

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

No, not on top but down there

I don't even breathe the same air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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