This is a song about "Air"

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

Three town homes in delaware

I can smell it in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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