This is a song about "Air"

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

With that weed in the air

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I can smell it in the air

Three town homes in delaware

Og like the prince of bel air,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair