This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

And the air force scrambles fighters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

No medal here, i'm well aware

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere