This is a song about "Air conditioner"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Three town homes in delaware

I'm running out of air