This is a song about "Air"

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.