This is a song about "Air"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

And got her room number, you can find me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

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

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