This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

A life where we don't need no welfare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.