This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

I can smell it in the air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Multiple middle fingers in the air