This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

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

I can smell it in the air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air