This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I can smell it in the air

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

Like they not gon' stare