This is a song about "Air"

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.