This is a song about "Air"

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare