This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,