This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

No medal here, i'm well aware

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

I'm running out of air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

And now i walk around without a care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

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