This is a song about "Air"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

A life where we don't need no welfare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I can smell it in the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Don't you leave a seed in there

I don't even breathe the same air