This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the 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,

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Season opener, finna be there