This is a song about "Air"

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I can smell it in the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Let's enjoy our younger years

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

A life where we don't need no welfare

I'm running out of air

They be like where

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

With that weed in the air

And if they did, they didn't care