This is a song about "Air"

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.