This is a song about "Air"

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

The richest place on earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

With that weed in the air