This is a song about "No air"

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

I don't even breathe the same air

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

Right, now you say you don't care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.