This is a song about "Air"

Might as well prepare

Og like the prince of bel air,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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