This is a song about "Air conditioner"

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Woah there, woah there

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Years back you believed that the world was fair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

Park my plane right there

I can smell it in the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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