This is a song about "Air"

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

I can smell it in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Don't you leave a seed in there