This is a song about "Air out"

I don't even breathe the same air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Believing the screens or anything there

I can smell it in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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