This is a song about "Air"

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Multiple middle fingers in the air