This is a song about "Air"

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.