This is a song about "Air"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

I don't even breathe the same air

No, not on top but down there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air