This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Og like the prince of bel air,

U got all them drums in there