This is a song about "Air"

They tryin to say that i don't care

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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