This is a song about "Nike air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there