This is a song about "Air"

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

I don't even breathe the same air

No medal here, i'm well aware

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

With that weed in the air

They be like where

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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