This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care