This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

No medal here, i'm well aware

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair