This is a song about "Air conditioner"

We both grown and i dont care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Woah there, woah there

I'm running out of air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I can smell it in the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

With that weed in the air