This is a song about "Air"

Don't you leave a seed in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

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

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I can smell it in the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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