This is a song about "Air"

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Don't you leave a seed in there

I'm running out of air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I can smell it in the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air