This is a song about "Air"

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

At the same time, pull up like james bond

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

I can smell it in the air