This is a song about "Air out"

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,