This is a song about "Air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

We both grown and i dont care

I can smell it in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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