This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Believing the screens or anything there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

February cold as my heart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.