This is a song about "Air"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I don't even breathe the same air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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