This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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