This is a song about "Air"

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air