This is a song about "No air"

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

No air for you, the only way your living is cuz im breathing in your lungs!

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You appear as if you care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I can smell it in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there