This is a song about "Air"

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

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

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,