This is a song about "Air"

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

With that weed in the air

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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