This is a song about "Air conditioning"

With that weed in the air

And never should you tear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

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

Social conditioning and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I can smell it in the air

From out of nowhere

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there