This is a song about "Air"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Right, now you say you don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Season opener, finna be there

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