This is a song about "Air"

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And the air force scrambles fighters

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

For 9 years in spain had the time share

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair