This is a song about "Air"

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I don't even breathe the same air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

And the air force scrambles fighters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair