This is a song about "Air"

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

With that weed in the air

I said hey, you right there

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'm running out of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air