This is a song about "Air head"

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I don't even breathe the same air

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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