This is a song about "Air"

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Og like the prince of bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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