This is a song about "Air"

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

With that weed in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

No, not on top but down there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

And by the way i'mma start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.