This is a song about "Air"

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

The birds i knew flip birds

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I'm running out of air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air