This is a song about "Air"

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

And the air force scrambles fighters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air