This is a song about "Air"

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

No wonder why when times get hard

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Woah there, woah there

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care