This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,