This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Season opener, finna be there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere