This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

They're tryin to say that i 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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

I said hey, you right there