This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Season opener, finna be there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

With that weed in the air

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'm running out of air

U got all them drums in there