This is a song about "Air"

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

U got all them drums in there

I don't even breathe the same air

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

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air