This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there