This is a song about "Air"

No medal here, i'm well aware

I don't even breathe the same air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the air force scrambles fighters