This is a song about "Air"

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear