This is a song about "Air"

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

The birds i knew flip birds

Believing the screens or anything there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air