This is a song about "Air vent"

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

I write when i'm depressed because its my only vent,

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I'm sorry for this sadness i have i use rap as a vent

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

A mile wide, smile while i vent

Half your body laying on my chest

I don't even breathe the same air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.