This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

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

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Park my plane right there

With that weed in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there