This is a song about "Air conditioning"

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

I don't even breathe the same air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

This is the part where we run hip hop

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm running out of air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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