This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'm running out of air

With that weed in the air

Three town homes in delaware

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there