This is a song about "Air"

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

I'm running out of air

And never should you tear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,