This is a song about "Air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

Like they not gon' stare

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters