This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I can smell it in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And now i walk around without a care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

With that weed in the air