This is a song about "No air"

I don't even breathe the same air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Believing the screens or anything there

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Og like the prince of bel air,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair