This is a song about "Air"

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I can smell it in the air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Everyday we live and breathe the 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.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare