This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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