This is a song about "Air"

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I can smell it in the air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I don't even breathe the same air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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