This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

We both grown and i dont care

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air