This is a song about "Air vent"

No medal here, i'm well aware

I don't even breathe the same air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Hold my tears i tried my best

A mile wide, smile while i vent

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Turn around and then you flip your hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

With that weed in the air

Might as well prepare