This is a song about "Air"

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I can smell it in the air

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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