This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

It's how we put it there

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

With that weed in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care