This is a song about "Air"

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

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

Don't you leave a seed in there

With that weed in the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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