This is a song about "Air"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Og like the prince of bel air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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