This is a song about "Cold air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Let's enjoy our younger years

And the air force scrambles fighters

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

I don't even breathe the same air

You appear as if you care

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

"cause i don't have fans that can keep me cool, with cold air

And got her room number, you can find me there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air