This is a song about "Air"

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

No medal here, i'm well aware

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,