This is a song about "Air"

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.