This is a song about "Air"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there