This is a song about "Air"

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

U got all them drums in there

I'm running out of air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Believing the screens or anything there

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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