This is a song about "Air vent"

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

I can smell it in the air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Park my plane right there

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Cant afford my rent so i need to vent

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

That's why i switch to rap and give it back and vent to vent,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend