This is a song about "Air pollution"

I'm running out of air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Or just stop the pollution

She all on my skin

You should refuse to listen to these rebuking pollution,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Season opener, finna be there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart