This is a song about "Air freshener"

Talking of the gods you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

I'm running out of air

And never should you tear

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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