This is a song about "Air"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I don't even breathe the same air

But now it's more declare

With that weed in the air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Right, now you say you don't care

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

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