This is a song about "Air"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I don't even breathe the same air

Season opener, finna be there

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

I can smell it in the air

From out of nowhere

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I'm love stoned and i could swear

With that weed in the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

They tryin to say that i don't care

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air