This is a song about "Air"

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Multiple middle fingers in the 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,

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Like they not gon' stare

I'm running out of air

Right, now you say you don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,