This is a song about "Air"

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

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

I don't even breathe the same air

It's how we put it there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

With that weed in the air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

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