This is a song about "Air ballon"

I'm running out of air

No, not on top but down there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

Og like the prince of bel air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Let some in the air and say

With that weed in the air

I said hey, you right there