This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

Season opener, finna be there

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

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

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care