This is a song about "Clean air"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

After i moved i was never fully clean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air

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

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean