This is a song about "Air"

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

You appear as if you care

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm running out of air

But now it's more declare

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

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire