This is a song about "Air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

And if they did, they didn't care

I can smell it in the air