This is a song about "Air"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

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

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

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air