This is a song about "Air masses"

I want the fame so my words can reach the masses,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Tupac shakur gave voice to all the masses with his rhymes,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Woah there, woah there

I can smell it in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Day and night are my 'posites rare

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air