This is a song about "Air"

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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