This is a song about "Air freshener"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And now i walk around without a care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air