This is a song about "Air"

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Season opener, finna be there

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there