This is a song about "Clean air"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

With that weed in the air

From out of nowhere

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

He aint clean on a scene

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'm rap like you simple and clean

I can smell it in the air

And if they did, they didn't care

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere