This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

This for my niggas that really rap hard

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Don't you leave a seed in there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air