This is a song about "Air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

We both grown and i dont care

I'm running out of air

I don't even breathe the same air

For 9 years in spain had the time share