This is a song about "Air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I can smell it in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Og like the prince of bel air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere