This is a song about "Air"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Okay man you do the drop

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I said hey, you right there

I don't even breathe the same air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,