This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Believing the screens or anything there