This is a song about "Air"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

I don't even breathe the same air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

No, not on top but down there

With that weed in the air

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

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

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care