This is a song about "Air"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

So you finally got the nerve

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

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

And now i walk around without a care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Until all the air bubbles have popped.