This is a song about "Air jorda"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I don't even breathe the same air

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair