This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Woah there, woah there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air