This is a song about "Gasping for air"

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

I wanna see you choke gasping for air screaming

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

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

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

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

We vegetables, on them record labels

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Of finding myself as an individual

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

No air for you, the only way your living is cuz im breathing in your lungs!