This is a song about "Air"

And the air force scrambles fighters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Everyday we live and breathe the air

U got all them drums in there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

And now i walk around without a care

I'm running out of air

We both grown and i dont care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I don't even breathe the same air