This is a song about "Air"

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And never should you tear

I can smell it in the air

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

A working genius, a work of art