This is a song about "Air"

Season opener, finna be there

I can smell it in the air

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

Og like the prince of bel air,

Park my plane right there

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair