This is a song about "Air"

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I can smell it in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear