This is a song about "Air"

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air