This is a song about "Air"

We both grown and i dont care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

For 9 years in spain had the time share

We just went there

With that weed in the air

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair