This is a song about "Gasping for air"

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Season opener, finna be there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Groping reaching for a grasp of air to fill me full of something/

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there