This is a song about "Air"

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

I can smell it in the air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair