This is a song about "Air out"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

I'm love stoned and i could swear

With that weed in the air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

At the same time, pull up like james bond

I can smell it in the air

A life where we don't need no welfare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere