This is a song about "Air"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

I said hey, you right there

I don't even breathe the same air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.