This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Right, now you say you don't care

With that weed in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

I'm running out of air

You appear as if you care

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.

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there