This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

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

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I can smell it in the air

Might as well prepare

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And the air force scrambles fighters