This is a song about "Air"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Three town homes in delaware

With that weed in the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

No medal here, i'm well aware

Og like the prince of bel air,

I can smell it in the air

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air