This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And if they did, they didn't care

I'm running out of air

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair