This is a song about "Air"

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

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

I don't even breathe the same air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

No medal here, i'm well aware

I can smell it in the air

I'm running out of air

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

They tryin to say that i don't care