This is a song about "Air"

And got her room number, you can find me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'm running out of air

Og like the prince of bel air,

You appear as if you care

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

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