This is a song about "Air"

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

I can smell it in the air

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Believing the screens or anything there

I don't even breathe the same air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard