This is a song about "Air"

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I can smell it in the air

With that weed in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I'm running out of air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air