This is a song about "Air"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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