This is a song about "Walking on air"

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

Walking to town on the tracks

But i’m praying in advance

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate