This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm running out of air

And if they did, they didn't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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