This is a song about "Air"

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair