This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

I don't even breathe the same air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air