This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

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

I can smell it in the air

Season opener, finna be there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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