This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I can smell it in the air

And never should you tear

Og like the prince of bel air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Believing the screens or anything there

I don't even breathe the same air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air