This is a song about "Air conditioner"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

I can smell it in the air

And never should you tear

And got her room number, you can find me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where