This is a song about "Macbook air"

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

We both grown and i dont care

I don't even breathe the same air

Three town homes in delaware

I can smell it in the air

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air