This is a song about "Air"

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere