This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

The richest place on earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Season opener, finna be there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I'm running out of air

Park my plane right there

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.