This is a song about "Air out"

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

I can smell it in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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