This is a song about "Clean air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care

Fresher than me, never

Simple and clean like lever,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I got a dollar and a dream

They was always ready and always clean

I'm running out of air

You appear as if you care

He aint clean on a scene

Man this life is but a dream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

A mess for us two to clean,

And i put you on the team

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean