This is a song about "Air"

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

And the air force scrambles fighters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

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

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air