This is a song about "Air"

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Park my plane right there

I'm running out of air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

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

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

And now i walk around without a care

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