This is a song about "Air"

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

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