This is a song about "The air"

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

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

Multiple middle fingers in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But now it's more declare

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air