This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

U got all them drums in there

I'm running out of air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Let's enjoy our younger years

Another 5, eli won't even be there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

We both grown and i dont care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air