This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

Park my plane right there