This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair