This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

I don't even breathe the same air

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

From the time that you stole my heart

Multiple middle fingers in the air

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there