This is a song about "Air"

I'm running out of air

Dont tie your hair

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I don't even breathe the same air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air