This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

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

I can smell it in the air

U got all them drums in there

Season opener, finna be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,