This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

You appear as if you care

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I get my cake; i love hip hop