This is a song about "Air"

I don't even breathe the same air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I can smell it in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm running out of air

You appear as if you care