This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there