This is a song about "Air"

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

Believing the screens or anything there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air