This is a song about "Air"

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.