This is a song about "Air"

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I can smell it in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

No medal here, i'm well aware

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air