This is a song about "Air"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I don't even breathe the same air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share