This is a song about "Air"

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

With that weed in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.