This is a song about "Air"

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I can smell it in the air

I said hey, you right there

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I'm running out of air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for 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