This is a song about "Air out"

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

For 9 years in spain had the time share

I don't even breathe the same air

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'm running out of air

We just went there