This is a song about "Air"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

And now i walk around without a care