This is a song about "Air head"

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

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Og like the prince of bel air,

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air