This is a song about "Air"

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With that weed in the air

Might as well prepare

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Season opener, finna be there

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

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

See, where i come from is hard