This is a song about "Air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Believing the screens or anything there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Season opener, finna be there

I'm running out of air

No, not on top but down there

Og like the prince of bel air,

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