This is a song about "Air conditioner"

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

For us to find our way

Let some in the air and say

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

But now it's more declare

I'm running out of air

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there