This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And now i walk around without a care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Og like the prince of bel air,

With that weed in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care