This is a song about "Air"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Hope all over again, we can start

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I don't even breathe the same air