This is a song about "Air"

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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