This is a song about "Air"

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I don't even breathe the same air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.