This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

Might as well prepare

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I can smell it in the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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