This is a song about "Air"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

I'm running out of air

Hey, you right there

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare