This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

And if they did, they didn't care

I'm running out of air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Let's enjoy our younger years

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And now i walk around without a care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there