This is a song about "Air"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there