This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

But now it's more declare

I don't even breathe the same air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I'm running out of air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Don't you leave a seed in there