This is a song about "Air"

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Season opener, finna be there

We both grown and i dont care

I can smell it in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air