This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I can smell it in the air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

You appear as if you care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair