This is a song about "Air ballon"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

Ruining the air that everybody's gotta breathe,