This is a song about "Air ballon"

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I'm running out of air

Hey, you right there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I don't even breathe the same air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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