This is a song about "Air conditioning"

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

A life where we don't need no welfare

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

But now it's more declare

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm running out of air

From out of nowhere

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air