This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'm running out of air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair