This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Og like the prince of bel air,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And the air force scrambles fighters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere