This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air