This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there

With that weed in the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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,

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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