This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

They be like where

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

A life where we don't need no welfare

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

With that weed in the air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Og like the prince of bel air,

Might as well prepare

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care