This is a song about "Air"

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

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

A life where we don't need no welfare

I can smell it in the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care