This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

I said hey, you right there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Season opener, finna be there

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.