This is a song about "Air"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'm running out of air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair