This is a song about "Clean air"

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

I'm running out of air

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

The bitches is everything in between

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Og like the prince of bel air,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Man this life is but a dream

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Hey, you right there

With that weed in the air