This is a song about "Air"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And if they did, they didn't care

With that weed in the air

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Three town homes in delaware

I can smell it in the air