This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

If you thought it, it better be what you want

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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