This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

I don't even breathe the same air

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air