This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Three town homes in delaware

I'm running out of 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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there