This is a song about "Starbucks air"

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

So you finally got the nerve

With that weed in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Catch you up on places i've been

And then i saw the air condition