This is a song about "Air"

And got her room number, you can find me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Og like the prince of bel air,

From out of nowhere

With that weed in the air

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air