This is a song about "Air"

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

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

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there