This is a song about "Air"

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I'm running out of air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear