This is a song about "Air"

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

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Got our middle fingers in the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Park my plane right there

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air