This is a song about "Air"

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

And the air force scrambles fighters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

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

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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