This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

I'm running out of air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Three town homes in delaware

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I can smell it in the air