This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care