This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care