This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm running out of air

You appear as if you care

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

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