This is a song about "Air"

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

With that weed in the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

No medal here, i'm well aware

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

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

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers