This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there

And if they did, they didn't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Believing the screens or anything there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air