This is a song about "Air"

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And the air force scrambles fighters

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

No, not on top but down there

I'm running out of air