This is a song about "Air"

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

And now i walk around without a care

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

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

With that weed in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,