This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I can smell it in the air

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

They be like where

With that weed in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.