This is a song about "Air"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Believing the screens or anything there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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