This is a song about "Air"

A working genius, a work of art

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care