This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

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