This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Woah there, woah there

I can smell it in the air

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Don't you leave a seed in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.