This is a song about "Air"

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

We just went there

With that weed in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air