This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

With that weed in the air

No, not on top but down there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I can smell it in the air