This is a song about "Air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And never should you tear

Og like the prince of bel air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,