This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

With that weed in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear