This is a song about "Air"

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

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

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

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.