This is a song about "Macbook air"

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

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

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

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