This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I don't even breathe the same air

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care