This is a song about "Air"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

But now it's more declare

I'm running out of air