This is a song about "Air condetioner"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Another 5, eli won't even be there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I'm running out of air

No, not on top but down there

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air