This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

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

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Don't you leave a seed in there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And the air force scrambles fighters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers