This is a song about "Air cushioned insoles"

And if they did, they didn't care

I'm running out of air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And now i walk around without a care

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air