This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

U got all them drums in there

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

With that weed in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear