This is a song about "Air vent"

I vent my dreams cause the pens intense to me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Cant afford my rent so i need to vent

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And if they did, they didn't care

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

I'm running out of air

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,