This is a song about "Air"

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Believing the screens or anything there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm running out of air

Like they not gon' stare