This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Season opener, finna be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

And never should you tear

I can smell it in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.