This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share