This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Park my plane right there

With that weed in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare