This is a song about "Air"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

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

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Don't you leave a seed in there

I'm running out of air

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair