This is a song about "The air"

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

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

And then i saw the air condition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

And the air force scrambles fighters

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Let some in the air and say

For a perfect mother’s day

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art