This is a song about "Air"

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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