This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

You appear as if you care

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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