This is a song about "Air"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Og like the prince of bel air,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

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,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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