This is a song about "Air pollution in australia"

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Of finding myself as an individual

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

I ain't trynna be forward

Let some in the air and say

Take my moms, move away

She all on my skin

Or just stop the pollution

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here