This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I'm love stoned and i could swear

With that weed in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I don't even breathe the same air

You appear as if you care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere