This is a song about "Clean air"

I see a young teen

He aint clean on a scene

They was always ready and always clean

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air

You appear as if you care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare