This is a song about "Air"

Might as well prepare

With that weed in the air

Woah there, woah there

Og like the prince of bel air,

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

But now it's more declare

I can smell it in the air

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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