This is a song about "Air"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Don't you leave a seed in there

With that weed in the air

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

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

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

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

And now i walk around without a care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair