This is a song about "Air"

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

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

With that weed in the air

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Believing the screens or anything there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware