This is a song about "Air"

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

Talking of the gods you serve

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

I can smell it in the air

Might as well prepare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,