This is a song about "Air"

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

With that weed in the air

Woah there, woah there

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air