This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I don't even breathe the same air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

I'm running out of air

Might as well prepare

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.