This is a song about "Air conditioning"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I don't even breathe the same air

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

So you finally got the nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air