This is a song about "Air conditioner"

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

I don't even breathe the same air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I can smell it in the air

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

No, not on top but down there

Og like the prince of bel air,

And the air force scrambles fighters

Let's enjoy our younger years

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Season opener, finna be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air