This is a song about "Air conditioner"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Ruining the air that everybody's gotta breathe,

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share