This is a song about "Air"

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I don't even breathe the same air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,