This is a song about "Air"

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

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Better yet they work my every nerve