This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Og like the prince of bel air,

And the air force scrambles fighters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,