This is a song about "Gasping for air"

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I wanna see you choke gasping for air screaming

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Season opener, finna be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

I can smell it in the air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.