This is a song about "Clean air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Be the king, that was part of my dream

A mess for us two to clean,

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

A life where we don't need no welfare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Don't you leave a seed in there

With that weed in the air

I can smell it in the air

Park my plane right there