This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

U got all them drums in there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's how we put it there

I can smell it in the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

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

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

I don't even breathe the same air