This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair