This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

I'm running out of air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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