This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.