This is a song about "Air"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

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

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

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Don't you leave a seed in there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air