This is a song about "Air"

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I don't even breathe the same air

Season opener, finna be there

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there