This is a song about "Air"

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

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

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Believing the screens or anything there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,