This is a song about "Air head"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

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

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

And got her room number, you can find me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air