This is a song about "Cold air"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Let me rideuntil i get free

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Season opener, finna be there

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

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Another 5, eli won't even be there