This is a song about "Air conditioning"

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Multiple middle fingers in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there