This is a song about "Air"

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air