This is a song about "Air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.