This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

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 fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there