This is a song about "Air"

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

I'm running out of air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

U got all them drums in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.