This is a song about "Air"

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.