This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

From out of nowhere

I don't even breathe the same air

No, not on top but down there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

A life where we don't need no welfare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Season opener, finna be there

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air