This is a song about "Hot air balloons"

I'm running out of air

From out of nowhere

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

In the limelight being red hot

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share