This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

With that weed in the air

But now it's more declare

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Got our middle fingers in the air,