This is a song about "Air"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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