This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Okay man you do the drop

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Season opener, finna be there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I can smell it in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair