This is a song about "Air"

And the air force scrambles fighters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

I don't even breathe the same air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm running out of air

And if they did, they didn't care