This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air