This is a song about "Air vent"

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Raise it , don't debate it, when you need to vent

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I don't even breathe the same air

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

Beach on the weekend

It's a better way to vent