This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Park my plane right there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

I don't even breathe the same air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

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

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air