This is a song about "Air"

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Okay man you do the drop

I can smell it in the air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I don't even breathe the same air