This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Woah there, woah there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'm running out of air

It's how we put it there

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air