This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

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

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

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