This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair