This is a song about "Air"

From out of nowhere

I'm running out of air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

And if they did, they didn't care

With that weed in the air

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

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