This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I can smell it in the air