This is a song about "Air firce"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Og like the prince of bel air,

Season opener, finna be there

We both grown and i dont care

With that weed in the air

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

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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