This is a song about "Air"

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I can smell it in the air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I said hey, you right there

Og like the prince of bel air,