This is a song about "Air vent"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

It's how we put it there

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Cant afford my rent so i need to vent

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

It's a better way to vent

Just say he's the best

That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Then push the milk on a slow bend

A mile wide, smile while i vent

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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