This is a song about "Air conditioning condensate"

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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 don't even breathe the same air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And now i walk around without a care

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm steady well known from here to bel air