This is a song about "Air"

Three town homes in delaware

I can smell it in the air

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Okay man you do the drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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