This is a song about "Air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,