This is a song about "Air out"

I don't even breathe the same air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

No, not on top but down there

With that weed in the air

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

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair