This is a song about "Air"

Believing the screens or anything there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

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

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I can smell it in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there