This is a song about "Air out"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

And the air force scrambles fighters

The birds i knew flip birds

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Ya .ima breath fresh air watch em cough it out,

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Og like the prince of bel air,

No medal here, i'm well aware