This is a song about "Air maxes"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Cause you looking like maxes dad

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'm running out of air

Dont tie your hair