This is a song about "Air"

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I can smell it in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.