This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

I can smell it in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And the air force scrambles fighters