This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Og like the prince of bel air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air