This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

U got all them drums in there

Og like the prince of bel air,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

You got a baby boy or girl in there