This is a song about "Air hostess job"

You have no job, just lazy.

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

I don't even breathe the same air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold 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,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I can smell it in the air

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got