This is a song about "Nike air max"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

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

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

Might as well prepare

Og like the prince of bel air,

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

But most times darling the sequel sucks

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Got our middle fingers in the air,