This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I'm running out of air

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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