This is a song about "Air conditioner"

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I don't even breathe the same air

A life where we don't need no welfare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

But i ain't get to see you today

Let some in the air and say

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air