This is a song about "Air"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Dont tie your hair

I'm running out of air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I don't even breathe the same air

No, not on top but down there

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

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