This is a song about "Air"

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

I don't even breathe the same air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

I'm running out of air

It's how we put it there

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there