This is a song about "Air"

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

I don't even breathe the same air

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air