This is a song about "Air"

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

With that weed in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care