This is a song about "Air pollution"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

No medal here, i'm well aware

What would i sell this for, this is free distribution

You should refuse to listen to these rebuking pollution,

Go where you ain't been

Or just stop the pollution

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

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