This is a song about "Air"

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

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Season opener, finna be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

U got all them drums in there

I'm running out of air

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Believing the screens or anything there