This is a song about "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

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

But now it's more declare

I'm running out of air

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share