This is a song about "Air"

A life where we don't need no welfare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

No medal here, i'm well aware

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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