This is a song about "Air condetioner"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And the air force scrambles fighters

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

And got her room number, you can find me there

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care