This is a song about "Air"

And now i walk around without a care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair