This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air