This is a song about "Air"

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And now i walk around without a care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air