This is a song about "Air"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

At the same time, pull up like james bond

Believing the screens or anything there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air