This is a song about "Air"

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare