This is a song about "Air"

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

A life where we don't need no welfare

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there

With that weed in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air