This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

From out of nowhere

I'm running out of air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

Let's enjoy our younger years

And the air force scrambles fighters