This is a song about "Air"

Season opener, finna be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there