This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

And if they did, they didn't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.