This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Believing the screens or anything there

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

And the air force scrambles fighters

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there