This is a song about "Air"

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

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

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

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I can smell it in the air

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

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair