This is a song about "Air conditioner"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Og like the prince of bel air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

And got her room number, you can find me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

He told me "just sit in this room with air-conditioner

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And now i walk around without a care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I don't even breathe the same air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air