This is a song about "Air"

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I don't even breathe the same air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

And now i walk around without a care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air