This is a song about "Air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there