This is a song about "Air"

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair