This is a song about "Air"

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

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

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.