This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I don't even breathe the same air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I can smell it in the air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

And the air force scrambles fighters

So you finally got the nerve

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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