This is a song about "Air"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I'm running out of air

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

Season opener, finna be there

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

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