This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

No, not on top but down there

I can smell it in the air

Park my plane right there

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Og like the prince of bel air,

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare