This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

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.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Like they not gon' stare

I'm running out of air

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air