This is a song about "Air vent"

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Season opener, finna be there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

I can smell it in the air