This is a song about "Air"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

So you finally got the nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

It's how we put it there

I'm running out of air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air