This is a song about "Air"

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

No, not on top but down there

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the 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