This is a song about "Air"

Might as well prepare

I'm running out of air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,