This is a song about "Clean air"

Caged, and the wonder is seen

They was always ready and always clean

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

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I don't even breathe the same air

Believing the screens or anything there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Day and night are my 'posites rare

With that weed in the air

As: i know just what you mean

A mess for us two to clean,

Man this life is but a dream

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean