This is a song about "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

I don't even breathe the same air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

February cold as my heart

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

I'm running out of air

Right, now you say you don't care

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,