This is a song about "Air"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare