This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm running out of air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.