This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

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

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.