This is a song about "Air firce"

I'm running out of air

From out of nowhere

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

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

Season opener, finna be there

Og like the prince of bel air,