This is a song about "Air head"

Og like the prince of bel air,

It's how we put it there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

U got all them drums in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Got our middle fingers in the air,