This is a song about "Air"

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I don't even breathe the same air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air