This is a song about "Air"

Like they not gon' stare

I'm running out of air

But now it's more declare

I don't even breathe the same air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

With that weed in the air

And never should you tear