This is a song about "Air"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I can smell it in the air

But now it's more declare

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I don't even breathe the same air

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare