This is a song about "No air"

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

I'm running out of air

Dont tie your hair

Like they not gon' stare

With that weed in the air

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare