This is a song about "Air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

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

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I can smell it in the air

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care