This is a song about "Air"

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

With that weed in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I don't even breathe the same air

The birds i knew flip birds

And the air force scrambles fighters