This is a song about "Air"

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care