This is a song about "Air"

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

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

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

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

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air