This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

I can smell it in the air

And the air force scrambles fighters

The richest place on earth

Everyday we live and breathe the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Season opener, finna be there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,