This is a song about "Air conditioning"

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there