This is a song about "Air"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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,