This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Don't you leave a seed in there

Og like the prince of bel air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

With that weed in the air

From out of nowhere

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there