This is a song about "Air"

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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,

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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