This is a song about "Air"

They be like where

With that weed in the air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air