This is a song about "Air"

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

With that weed in the air

They be like where

It's how we put it there

I don't even breathe the same air

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard