This is a song about "Air"

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'm running out of air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Og like the prince of bel air,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air