This is a song about "Air canada"

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I'm running out of air

No, not on top but down there

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

See, where i come from is hard

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Og like the prince of bel air,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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