This is a song about "Air duster"

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I can smell it in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there