This is a song about "Air"

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

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

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere