This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Believing the screens or anything there

I don't even breathe the same air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.