This is a song about "Air vent"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

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

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

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

I'm running out of air

We both grown and i dont care

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear