This is a song about "Hot air balloons"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

For 9 years in spain had the time share

I can smell it in the air

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I though i was red hot

I fucking hate this job

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

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

I don't even breathe the same air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Og like the prince of bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care