This is a song about "Air"

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Og like the prince of bel air,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

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

I said hey, you right there

I'm running out of air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere