This is a song about "Air"

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair