This is a song about "Air"

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

With that weed in the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care