This is a song about "Air"

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

I'm running out of air

Hey, you right there