This is a song about "Air conditioning"

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air