This is a song about "Air"

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.