This is a song about "Air duster"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

But now it's more declare

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

With that weed in the air

No, not on top but down there

We both grown and i dont care

I can smell it in the air