This is a song about "Air"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Got our middle fingers in the air,