This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

We both grown and i dont care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

But now it's more declare

Og like the prince of bel air,

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I said hey, you right there

I'm running out of air

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there