This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

No, not on top but down there

Og like the prince of bel air,

And by the way i'mma start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

I don't even breathe the same air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,