This is a song about "Aster air"

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

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there

I don't even breathe the same air

I said hey, you right there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Talking of the gods you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters