This is a song about "Air"

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

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

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Season opener, finna be there

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air