This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

With that weed in the air

And never should you tear

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I don't even breathe the same air