This is a song about "Air"

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

Might as well prepare

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

And got her room number, you can find me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair