This is a song about "Air"

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share