This is a song about "Need air"

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Right, now you say you don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there