This is a song about "Air"

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I can smell it in the air

Park my plane right there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

So you finally got the nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters