This is a song about "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

And if they did, they didn't care

With that weed in the 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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Another 5, eli won't even be there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And now i walk around without a care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,