This is a song about "Air firce"

You appear as if you care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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