This is a song about "No air"

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And if they did, they didn't care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air