This is a song about "Air"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Hope all over again, we can start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

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

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air