This is a song about "Air"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

I can smell it in the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear