This is a song about "Air canada"

And the air force scrambles fighters

Talking about the god you serve

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,