This is a song about "Air"

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Don't you leave a seed in there

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Og like the prince of bel air,