This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

We both grown and i dont care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I don't even breathe the same air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.