This is a song about "Air"

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

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

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

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

With that weed in the air

Might as well prepare

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air