This is a song about "Air planes"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

While working on my mistakes

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

I'm running out of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

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

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