This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

With that weed in the air

Dont tie your hair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.