This is a song about "Air"

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

Oldest nation on this earth

I'm running out of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.