This is a song about "Air out"

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

A life where we don't need no welfare

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there