This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

With that weed in the air

They be like where

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air