This is a song about "Air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Oldest nation on this earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

No medal here, i'm well aware

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care