This is a song about "Air"

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

I don't even breathe the same air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair