This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Season opener, finna be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I can smell it in the air

No, not on top but down there