This is a song about "Air"

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Or at least inquire similar desires

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

U got all them drums in there

With that weed in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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