This is a song about "Air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

It's how we put it there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

You shook my world and it felt apart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

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