This is a song about "Air"

Believing the screens or anything there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I can smell it in the air

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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