This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.