This is a song about "Air"

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire