This is a song about "Air"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I don't even breathe the same air

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

It's how we put it there

I can smell it in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear