This is a song about "Air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

We both grown and i dont care

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And now i walk around without a care

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air