This is a song about "Air"

I can smell it in the air

And if they did, they didn't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

And now i walk around without a care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

So you finally got the nerve