This is a song about "Air"

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And the air force scrambles fighters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse