This is a song about "Air"

I'm love stoned and i could swear

With that weed in the air

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Talking of the gods you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Og like the prince of bel air,

Season opener, finna be there

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I'm running out of air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care