This is a song about "Air"

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm running out of air

Park my plane right there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

With that weed in the air

We just went there

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair