This is a song about "Air"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

And the air force scrambles fighters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

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

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I'm running out of air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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