This is a song about "Air"

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Pawning my chain in the shop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

I said hey, you right there

I'm running out of air

With that weed in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air