This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

But now it's more declare

I'm running out of air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

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

I don't even breathe the same air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

We both grown and i dont care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there