This is a song about "Air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I don't even breathe the same air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Og like the prince of bel air,

Season opener, finna be there

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care