This is a song about "Air"

No, not on top but down there

With that weed in the air

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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