This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,