This is a song about "Air"

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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

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

It's how we put it there

I can smell it in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air