This is a song about "Dust in the 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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

One in the air for the people who fight

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Let some in the air and say

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I can smell it in the air

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

As soon as a nigga cross you you better leave him right in the dust