This is a song about "Air conditioning"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

I don't even breathe the same air

Believing the screens or anything there

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

With that weed in the air

And never should you tear

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.