This is a song about "Walking on air"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Even if you walk on air, you will not fall

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Organized crime, i kill your boss